The File Transfer

For Christmas I got a laptop, well, I bought myself one on credit. But I’ll pretend it’s a present.

It’s a joy.

So quick and lovely and fast and wonderful and brilliant.

It is wireless (apart from the power cable…and the mouse…and my ipod… but wireless… can take it anywhere and then the battery runs out.)

My old computer can finally be buried in the cupboard with my Freddie Mercury CD singles, clothes i should give to charity and the part of the TV wall bracket that I could yank off of the wall.

Before I do this though I have to take off all of my wirtingy stuff and illegally dowmload mp3′s from the old to the new. But this is a simple task. We already have wireless set up in the flat. My old computer has been connected to if for the last year with a an embarressing wire. Everything it got off the intrnet made it a bit ashamed, like he can’t afford the nice wireless trainers that Dawn’s laptop has upstairs. It’s cheap, old and common.

Therefore by turning on this swanky new laptop and connecting to the same blue wireless box and getting the same internet from it as my old computer gets with its stupid wire it should be easy to ‘network’ these two computers together so that I can take my stuff from the old to the new.

The problem is that my old computer does not want to let go. Or the windows operating system is shit. PLease run the network setup wizard on your computer and marvel at its cocky audacity. “It’s all set up, don’t thank me”. NO IT FUCKING ISN’T. I work in an office, I know what networked computers look like, you can see the files on the other ones. But oh no.

I’ve done everything, shared the right files, given the right permission, turned off firewalls, made the computers face each other, begged. But nothing.

I think it might have more to do with the fact that my old computer is obviously jealous, like parents having a second baby, the eldest child feels left out and sad. Child experts around the world will give the advice that attention, love and care is required for this child. Whereas I shouted at my computer, called it smelly and after going out and BUYING SOME BLANK CD’s, chucked it in a cupboard.

Cunt.